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Thoughts on Dean fucking Sammy so hard with really anything they can find, nothing to hurt him but to make him feel good — hand clamped around Sammy’s mouth, drool bubbling over deans hand as John hunts; John’s close and they have to stay quiet but dean needs his Sammy it’s unnatural.
Dean telling him to quiet down, shushing him through all the pleasures and possible pain he’s feeling from the unrecognizable feeling.
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Dean is absolutely hungry for it; he wants Sammy writhing beneath him and struggling to break free. He drags a knife across Sam's belly, applying enough pressure for a thin slice of his skin opening, and pouring blood out for Dean to dip his fingers in. Sammy whimpers in pain, yet his cock strains in his pants because it's big brother who is ruining him and that turns Sam on beyond anything else.
In the woods, not far from where their father is holding a rifle, Dean tugs down Sam's pants with one hand while the other hand is slick with baby brother's blood. Dean's teeth aches to taste, but he wants to focus on Sammy - his sweet little brother that feels empathy even for monsters. Dean has to teach him that it's dangerous in this line of work; Sammy bats those puppy eyes, and Dean feels feral because he knows, he knows that monsters and humans alike would take advantage of that kindness.
"De," Sammy pants against the tree that he's pinned against, safely hidden by big brother, and he feels so much smaller like this, "please."
"What, baby?" Dean asks, playing the act of clueless, "what do you want?" He shoves Sammy's hips up against the tree when little brother tries to grind up against Dean's tented erection.
"Inside," Sammy gasps, urging on a plea, "please, I wanna - I wanna be full inside, De." Tears are building up in the corner of his eyes, and Dean curses under his breath, always weak for little brother cries.
Dean slides his bloody fingers down, and he brushes his middle finger up inside Sam's ass, pushing it in. He watches as his bloody middle finger slides inside of baby brother, and he licks his lips as his own cock rubs against his constricting boxers.
Sam cries out, a little lamb, and Dean's using his other hand to cover his mouth, "hush, sweetheart, I'm takin' care of ya, little brother."
Dean presses a second finger inside of the ring muscle, groaning at how tight Sam was around his fingers. "Tight like a little virgin, Sammy," Dean growls in his boy's ear, "gotta play with you more, baby, get you sloppy and gaping for my cock..."
anyways. um, there would be a gun involved. knife. and blood. and... yeah.